Stroke
The hotel sign blinking in the brain of my body stops blinking but not the whole sign, you […]
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Self-Portrait, Despite What They Say
Being a Latina from the Bronx means: I am everybody and nobody at the same time. I know the sound
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Red in Tooth and Claw
Even on the night my friend died after a long illness— I won’t use the word
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Gender Studies
Her husband says, when women get old they come to be more like men. And old men come to be
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The Never-Ending Serial
When I was a boy, the Varsity Theater was a mile from our house. Saturdays we were allowed to walk
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Bonanza
Amanda shows me my bones, A picture of my spine, ghost-like, Snake-like, like it could rattle. I say, Amanda, it